Was he the spiritual healer?
That was the first thought that game to Gu Ding's mind when he saw the man–he was young and did not seem more than a few years older than him.
Although the man had a babyface, he did not look childish. He was dressed in a long white robe and looked a little thin.
"Are you the spiritual healer who treats people's illnesses?" There was a hint of suspicion in Gu Ding's tone, but it was not disrespectful.
"I am the spiritual healer, but neither you nor the man behind you look like sick people." The young spiritual healer had only glanced at them and was able to make such judgment.
"The patient can't make it here before dark today." Gu Ding felt that the man seemed a little discerning. "She was poisoned. Do you think you can cure her?"
"That depends on the poison." The young spiritual healer put down the scroll in his hand. "Have you analyzed the poison?"
